I keep drinking beer and hosting parties with un.
As if I’m supposed to adhere to your fears.
Morsi loves his apple jacks in the morning
Putin, I’ve never thought about fucking around with
And obama likes that I’m in HIS country.
Yep, I’m from Kenya.
Tanzania as if the post scripts on twitter hang and fall off
To kill a wildebeest
We got three back orders
The random about of animal guts
Is more like a half
Just like we do and get from whitetail.
I love you guys.
Nice time playing outside today.
It was like orchestrated
On a higher level
From one of my basements.
Let the good boy play.
I had an amazing time last night
Where I could finally get off
From the 3 pounds of steak I ate.
Right off the rib.
GOOD BYE MR. TEE
HELLOW DIRTY UNDERWEAR BASKET CASE MARMADUKE
That’s code for blister in the sun
LET ME GO ON.
Please, siiia, I love the way your beefcake tastes.
How dare I sign drunk.
It’s for the weakest of foos
To kick back the offense
Right in the shins,
Give me a sign with a tweet and I’ll dominate the streets.
Syria, which teams?
Rangers 3? Marines 44?
Let’s get me a good double kick.
AND I’LL DESTROY THE REGIME
Assad never told me about the chem. Weapons.
Perhaps his hiding something
Will be a swift kick to the throat.
And ending another chapter, fake low, rise high.